I went through some shelves and I found the perfume I referred to here It smells of sweet words and bitter memories, and I love it. If only I were beautiful or at least that I felt it, so that even in rags and tatters -I- could be a princess. Sometimes you really do get tired of the little things. Of drawing wonky lines when you wanted straight ones; of looking outside and hearing the insects instead of the music of the Ainur.